It's a bird! It's a plane! It's the Grox! 3

It all happened so fast.
One second Seema was staring at the Flier like the world was ending (and at that moment, it might have been) and the next she was floating in the sky. Floating might be the wrong word- she was rocketing upward at an alarming pace. But it wasn't until she looked down that she realized that she was moving at all. By that time it was too late to do anything, though, because suddenly she was inside the Flier and the hole that she had entered in was closing.
Seema was surrounded by these things- things with long ears and stone-type things around one eye. The other eye looked cruel but intelligent. Seema tried to stand, but at that moment the Flier lurched up and shook. Seema came crashing down again.
One of the creatures tried to put an intertwined collar-thing around her neck, but she pulled back. Another creature grabbed her and shoved the collar around her neck. Then she was tied to part of the Flier with a long cord that connected to her collar.
Seema glared at them. I hate them, she thought. I'm almost as tall as them and Mom was taller, but they're so much stronger than us! They need names. Hmm, I'll call them... Seema thought hard as she tried to think of something insulting. I'll call them the Little Ones! Good. Now they had names. Seema rested her head on her paws and closed her eyes. The swaying of the Flier was making her feel sick. She felt like she was going into shock. She didn't know what that meant, really, but once when she had fallen off the only cliff on the island and broken both her front legs and she felt really sick and dizzy but she couldn't feel any pain. This felt a lot like that, and since she was shocked she guessed that she was going into shock. That was the last thing she thought before she fell asleep.

Someone was shaking her. Seema shifted, unwilling to wake up. Sleep was too comfortable. But when the shaking turned into a hard whack she sat up and glowered at her captors.
They were holding something out to her. She growled at it. The Little One threw it on the ground next to her and stalked off. Seema stood up shakily and sniffed the thing. It smelled like rotten fruit, but she was hungry, so she ate it anyways. It was easier to walk now, even though the Flier still swayed.
The head Little One, the fat one, started speaking in words that Seema couldn't understand. But what the Grox (yes, they were actually the Grox) were actually saying was pretty interesting.
"This one is not like the one we got last time. Her fur is gold and her eyes are green. I'm certain it's a she. She has a terrible temper, but I'm sure that that's just because of the shock."
"But what will our King say?" another one demanded. "He wanted one that matched the descriptions of the one that we got last time." He looked at Seema. "Maybe we should kill it- I mean her."